The Healing of Humanity First Images

On Monday, November 2, I woke knowing that I needed to do a healing ceremony for Humanity using the element of earth. I was to take soil from our land up onto Mount Shasta and to ask permission to bring soil from the mountain back down here. I did not have any clear idea of how this would unfold, so I contacted two members of my shamanic drumming group and asked for their “at a distance” support for this ceremony.

I knew that the soil would come from my altar ground – the circle where I do QiGong and my shamanic drumming/ceremony work. I filled a small glass jar with soil and added a sprig of sage. I placed the jar in the center of the altar and set the intention to do an earth ceremony for the healing of Humanity (I use this term for the unified physical, psychological, spiritual, energetic, intellectual being of all humankind). As I began to drum and sing, I was reminded of all the prayers my QiGong practice and ceremonies add to this soil. This would carry that blessing to the mountain.

I drove up Mount Shasta, reaching Bunny Flat at 11:00 am. I followed my intuition and found a spot off of the Old Snow Bowl Trail where I felt the sacred energy of the ceremonies done by the people of this land throughout the ages.

The record of my shamanic journey:

I was shown a gathering of the sacred mountains of the world. Mount Shasta remained at my back, and the others gathered to form the outline of a massive human body – that of the Being of Humanity. The head was resting in Gaia’s lap, with the neck supported by Mount Shasta, and the curves of the body supported by other great sacred mountains.
“This child is burning with fever and we are all here to being healing,” Gaia said as She held one hand on the forehead and the other at the base of the neck. “Fear is one source of this fever. Thousands of years ago this distortion of fear began to form and it is now very dangerous for this precious child. There are harmful thought paths and they are leading to contortions within the body as it tightens and grips. Here at the head, we work on the rewriting of the synaptic codes to help the brain release illusions and let go of the distorted image that the world is a threatening place.”
As I looked up and saw the sky filled with stars, Gaia told me, “Those are the beings of light from throughout time who join in this healing. This work stretches through dimensions and times and beyond all dimension and time.” I felt very reassured by this and understood that while the disease of Humanity seems overwhelming, the energy of light and healing in the unseen world is glorious.
My attention was draw down the body of Humanity. At the heart there were beings singing love into it. At the solar plexus the songs were of joy, and there were bubbles and laughter mixed in. At the root area, there was an amazing overtone song with the close harmonies of the best a cappella singing groups. This I was told is to return the basic harmony to the Being of Humanity.
I spent time as a witness to all that was going on and let my light shine on this sleeping child’s form. I understood that the various places on the body were each receiving the love and energy they need. There was a tenderness in the mountains and in the singers and in the stars. This creature is deeply loved by all. There was a feeling that they can not make it recover, but that each will do all in their power to nourish and nurture it so it has the best possible chance to be restored to wholeness and balance.

In all of this, I felt the focus of my work verified. While there are many who are called to work for the healing of individual people and creatures, I feel very connected with this work on the collective Being of Humanity.

When the journey was complete I headed back to the trail. Along the way I found the right place to offer the soil from the land where I live and to receive soil from the mountain. This seems to tie the energy of Mount Shasta into my altar space in a more vivid way.

Returning home at about 2:00, I completed the circle. I took the soil from Mount Shasta, and after some singing, poured it in a spiral pattern onto the altar ground. The word that came to mind was “Harmony.” I thanked the Grandmothers, Grandfathers, Elements and all the helping spirits in the seen and unseen who had been witnesses and guides for this amazing ceremony. I told them all how beautiful it was.

(In shamanic practice as I understand it, journeys and their messages are direct revelation to the person who receives them. What I share is metaphor and symbol, the language of the unseen mysterious world outside our ordinary tangible experience of life. The way I interpret this message is my own, and may or may not resonate as true for you. I invite you to seek the wisdom of the Sacred Mystery in your own way to support you as you move along your path.)